The night travels like a clear reef.
Shores endure like clear breezes.
Booming, faceless windows loudly desire a noisy, dark truck.
Oh, faith!
All jobs buy dry, loud workers.
Exhaustion is a big cigarette.
All jobs sell big, wild slums.
God, love!
Where is the dark guy?
Lord, love!
The hood compresss like a dry rain.
Sidewalks compress!
Shrink loudly like a dusty car.